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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Renfield" data-source="post: 1109935" data-attributes="member: 13493">Victory comes at a price...They had defeated their enemies, for now, but that was only one battle and there was still much at stake. In three nights the Bloodmoon would rise and a sacrifice of dire proportions would take place, and three adventurous souls were all that was stopping a tide of darkness from sweeping over the purity that was The Green. The Green was a stretch of land that was rich with the energies of nature, it was said Gaia herself had walked the land in ages past, and it held an odd balance between nature and civilization in that hilly wooded expanse between the Blackwood Forest and the Shorntooth mountains. The Shorntooth mountains were the home of the force that threatened The Green and the inhabitants of the village Green. This lush landscape was being covered in a shadow, a shadow cast by the one known as Talisar, the embodiment of evil. Even now, as the heroes of Green decided their next move, the Talisaran cultists were preparing to sacrifice twelve children for there own diabolical purposes.*****In a room of ghastly decor, of skulls and vicious instruments of sacrifice, a child sat weeping. In front of the child, in a high backed chair carved in the likeness of a demon from some unknown stone, sat a man. He had long whispy black hair and thick yet sharply trimmed eyebrows, his features were long as though his head had been repetitively stretched over his lifetime. His eyes were dark coals of hate and loathing for anything living while his beard jutted out like a dagger, but what frightened the child more was that smile. A smile of a man who knew he was about to sacrifice the child and enjoyed the thought, enjoyed the thought so much he wanted to make the child aware of the dark fate that awaited."Do not weep child." Sorith said to the boy in a sickeningly sweet voice "You have nothing to fear for the next three days, we must keep you healthy for whats in store." he added a knowiing laugh to that sentance. The child wiped his tears away, Jonovan had been stolen from his home, separated from his sister, and now this man was going to sacrifice him, oh he smothered his tears for one simple reason:rage and rage alone. The man leaned closer his face so close to the angry frightened child "You see my boy, a childs soul is often quite pure" he said apparently feeling the need to explain something to young Jonovon. "This purity can take the form of immense energy when applied in the right manner." he smiled a sickly sweet smile.That's when Jonovon bit him, clamped his teeth right around Soriths long pointy nose, the child growled as the man reared back a hand and smacked the young boy sending him sprawling to the floor. The priest of Talisar covered his bleeding nose with his robes and glared daggers at the lad before muttering a minor healing spell before casting yet another to hold the boy aloft in the air. Pulling the robe away from his nose to reveal the fact that it no longer bled Sorith laughed. "Brave you are boy." he said pulling a long wicked looking hooked dagger from his robes "And stupid..." he said pointing it at the boys stomach."You need me don't you?" the boy spat "To sacrifice!" the boy was smart, but illinformed. That illicited another laugh from Sorith."My dear Jonovan." Sorith said running the point of the blade across the lads neck, it bit into his flesh but didn't draw blood "You are mistaken, for I only need six, six children boy, which means six of you are expendable." he smirked at the boys horrified look. However the lad was frightened for his sister, Trissa, not for himself like the priest assumed."Are you... going to kill me?" Jonovan asked, the fear evident in his voice, if he died who'd protect Trissa. Alas, the sinister sould who held the boy was an expert at fear and suffering and shook his head, again with that smile. "No," he said then paused and corrected himself "Well, yes actually, but not right now." he smirked again, that sinister curling of the corner of his lips "No, I've got a better idea for you m'boy, you're a noble spirit..." he pressed the dagger into the boys shoulder drawing a bead of blood "There's nothing I despise more than a noble soul!" the man hissed. "So I've decided it would only be appropriate to sacrifice you last, to let you float before your friends, watch each and every one of their souls be consumed by Talisar... including your sister Trissa." the reaction illicited by this went beyond even Soriths expectations, burning hatred and rage were abalze in the boys eyes as his body thrashed and spasmed against his magical bonds, it was a full five minutes before he ran out of energy or strained a muscle making it too painful to move. After Sorith recovered from the laugh he muttered another spell calling on his god to give him the small blessing of rendering the upstart child unconscious. He walked over to the door of his chamber and rapped on it twice, a slit opened revealing one of the face of one of the senior acolytes. "Yes miLord?" a deep voice asked."Take the boy back to his cell immediately, then feed the brats." he said and the door opened and two men came in can carried the boy away without a word. Sorith turned and went over to his desk taking a seat and picking up a gem encrusted goblet filled with a dark elixer. He smiled, his spell had worked potently, either that or the boys emotions were stronger than he expected. Either way he sipped from the glass and savored the sweet taste of fear, rage, and sorrow. It was divine.*****</blockquote>

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